To no fault of our own we are born alone and we die alone.
But to live alone is quite a shame for that's not living at all.
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the Cloud & her tears
Poetryher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
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To no fault of our own we are born alone and we die alone.
But to live alone is quite a shame for that's not living at all.
